Ren - Vincent's Tale - The Bedroom

 Ren - Vincent's Tale - The Bedroom

Anger, have you ever felt anger?
With nowhere to place it
Vincent felt cold, neglected and jaded
Impotent, empathy castrated
Look for the New thing
Always look for the new thing
But never look inside, never look within
Within, without, above, below, same thing
Wait, it gets deeper than that 
The insane thing is 
Sane men living in insane terrain can turn insane, 
brains that are kind of deranged,
Strange, without the factor of cause and effect 
factually the mans a casualty of constant neglect 

Lets start at the start, Vincent was born in the dark
A home birth to a mother, painted scars on her arms 
Tracks marks from the dragon, china white in her palm 
Shooting up the birth canal, Vinny fell out like yarn
Tumbled out, himself unravelling, and that was the theme 
Exceptionally average grades sprayed with low self esteem 
From the fire to the frying pan, flaming it green
When it’s the cash that rules everything around ME C.R.E.A.M.

Get the money, funny, Vinny; he weren’t ever good at hustling.
Shitty jobs that he was dead end stuck in started a combustion 
Nothing ever pulled him out of debt the debt collectors rushing
To be stripping him of everything, eventually theres nothing,
And the cycle is a cycle for a psychopath on ice,
The day repeats, the days are weeks, the weeks are most your life
When the days done, its a rerun, its a repeat, its the same one 
A deja vu religion, A foreboding of a prison 

Oh Britain Great Britain , hail Britannia rule the waves
We started out with with intention and we ended up like slaves
Drink to kill the the tension, but the drinks cost your wage
what helps you is what kills you when you’re living to decay



So it goes, Vinny starts to drink to let go
but soon he’s drinking cause when he don’t drink
Every day is a day on death row
So he drinks so he don’t have to think

Mercy tastes bitter sweet
When the spirit that’s inside him
Sinks in his teeth


And the months turn over
May to October 
More days pissed than the days he spent sober
Skin looks older
Demeanor gets colder
Sledge hammer swing to that chip on your shoulder
A cold cold prison
Deep in alcoholism
That’s the 40% proof
No juice
Inhibitions get loose

bad decisions and taboos 
When your living for the booze
Whos who? He’ll  loose himself to
One too many, one, two, three shots down
Drown those sorrows up in London Town
If we in for a penny
We in for a pound
fate comes full circle
Now its Vinny boys round


Richard's Tale


Sirens start singing as the screws murder silence 
Stand on my miranda, my right to remain violent 
One mans resistance is another mans tyrant 
When tyrants make the law ,they go to  war with non compliance 
Locked up
Vinny been 

Locked up
Since his mother knocked up
Kiddie up grew fast,
Pulled his sock up, chop, chop
Keep that credit topped up
Time is money, tick, tock,
Quantify the price of your soul then its chop shop


Not particularly special
Vinny spent his life a vessel
For the musings of the devil
Repitition caused some issues
Turned our Hyde into a Jeckyl

Building pressure in the kettle 
Bubble up to boiling level - oh

Mad, he’s a mad lad
Fallen on a war path 
Vinny split the atom
Like a Nagasaki blood bath
Skies are raining black ash
copper car light flash,
Red and blue kaleidoscope
 Some folks dont like that

Hmm… never mind, just a victim of society 
The one that serves you alcohol, then sells you your sobriety 
The one that sells you sex as it pedestals virginity 
The one where we elect these lying pests with gullibility 

One to the two to the three to the one 
Our boy spun his own web, fed tarantulas come like
9 to the 9 to the 9 for his crimes
Time lines intersect Richards fate was designed 

 
Paint the picture, set the scene
Its 2000 and 19
Richard and a boy named Screetch
The hands of fate - they touch and reach 
Sibling buried, blood it bleeds
Etched in Richard memories 
Thoughts are muddled, troubled sleep
Takes a time of absent leave 

Hitting the bottle to soften the blow
When the wars with yourself then theres no where to go 
And his friends on the force, they don’t call, they don’t show 
Go to Therapy regularly seem to plato 

This po po went loco in woe 
So low that his mojo no more
 No rebound no yo yo and so 
 The time it moves slo mo - you see the 

Case was never closed
because the motive was confusing 
Orphan kills his sister, but his sister was removed when 
Their mother died in child birth, but dying womb life bring 
The cycle of samsara always was quite amusing 

Brother killed his sister but the records seem to show -
That her brother never met his sister
Didnt even know, so the tragedy 
Was a catastrophe of fate, f---ed up ,
Richards loosing sleep while his whole families tucked up 

The five stages of grief is a common physiological model often used to provide reassurance to all those stricken by loss
For loss comes with a cost like frost bite, shockingly cold, paving the road to decomposer - decomposing your soul

Stage 1: denial - 
Pretending for a while, reality retired
But everything is changing, Richie lost the will to smile
How to reconcile when murdering a child?
The second stage is anger feel it bubbling the bile 

Anger, Damn the man that served the hand that wrote the plan 
If god has will thats good and grand then damned we are, we all are damned,
Forsaken by creation, revelations Richard cannot stand 
The third stage is bargaining, begging god for second chance
“Lord I know it is a reach
But im begging on my knees
Resurrect the boy James
Resurrect the boy screech
I’ll devote my life to thee
I will live a life of peace”
Stage 4 is depression 
Thats a lesson taught in grief  

Depression - demonic like possession
That feeds upon his spark for life, no water is refreshing
No sunlight brings him warmth, no sleep will ever bring restring 
His guilt and doubt are oh so loud
The silence sounds so deafening 
Depression, depression - the numbing of expression 
The negative obsession ruminating in oppression 
But the stressing is a lesson when your mind begins reflecting
And thats stage number 5 
Stage 5 is acceptance   

Souls get shaken up 
The roads never quite ideal 
But slow rise dust it off
And let me tell you something Richie man im proud

‘Cause you

Pulled a stitch from the seam, the wound was open weeping
It felt like a regression but that flesh was set for healing 
You wrestle imperfections, misdirection, walked with deamons,
Most deamons are a fallen angel, truth has double meanings 
Perspective disconnects a trauma, trauma turns to lessons
The biggest curse you’ll ever face could be your greatest blessing
Remember in the darkest times, no need for second guessing
No path is ever Linear, A stumble leads to stepping


Your a soldier, a scholar of life sorrow, and day follows day there will always be tomorrow
When it get colder, whatever, its only weather, rain feeds the crops, lets them grow, think clever

Im so f---ing proud of you Richie my boi 
I know your itchy my boy
To get to work and deploy 
Serve and protect my don 
In for the right reason
I know you feel u did wrong, but look at what you become